Unable to Refuse
'He's doing it to me again,' thought Martin desperately. 'He does whatever he wants with me again, and I am grateful to him.'
"You're cute when you make that face," Steve announced with his sensual smile. "You're so cute, I can't control myself. I'm already tough because of you."
What? How ...? Oh ...
Steve brought Martin's hand to his crotch. For the first time in his life, Martin touched someone else's penis, even through the material. He was so surprised he was touching Paxton and his hardness that he wanted to withdraw his hand. But Steve's squeeze was too tight and his breath too hot to resist them.
"Unbutton my zipper," was the firm order.
Martin was unable to refuse. Completely under the control of the other man, with trembling hands, he opened the zipper, undone his belt and button on his trousers. With trembling hands and heart, Martin waited for new, exciting experiences.
"You're wonderful, so sexy obedient" Steve's breath against his ear, the tongue inside ... "Take it out."
A shiver ran down Martin's spine. As Steve's hand slipped under his T-shirt and found his nipple, Martin felt himself losing his sense of reality again. He wanted Steve so badly that he had to do anything for him. There could be no room left for embarrassment or shame. He sank his hand through Steve's briefs and touched the strange, hard and hot manhood.
"Oh…" he groaned. He didn't realize how wonderful it could be to touch someone else's penis. He felt his legs soften. He had no choice but to lean against the wall.
Paxton chuckled. He pressed Martin to keep him upright and with one hand teasing his nipple, with the other he reached for Martin's fly.
"Oh no, please…" Martin groaned.
"No? Should I not do this?" Steve licked his auricle passionately, sucking on the tip of the ear itself.
"Ah ... Mmmm ..."
"How about this?"
He pinched the hard, swollen nipple making Martin's body tremble.
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"How about this?"
His hand gripped Martin's cock tightly.
"Oh no…"
"No? You do not like this? It's shame, because I like it very much. But if you don't want to…" Steve actually stepped back half a step. Panicked, Martin grabbed his hand.
"Liar," Steve whispered. There was a mockery in his voice, but also a new, unfamiliar note that made Martin tremble. It's like a bit of joy and tenderness. "Now squeeze him tighter." Paxton added in a commanding tone.
Martin was completely defenseless against these obscene gestures and words. Driven by lust and instinct rather than honor, he touched Steve's penis with more determination.
"Good boy," he heard a smug voice teasing him, making his body tremble at the sound.
Steve liked what Martin was doing, and Martin felt happy about that. It gave him courage. He began to make sliding movements with his hand, not allowing himself for a moment of doubt. If Steve is happy, Martin will do anything for him.
Steve pressed him against the wall, obstructing his movements. Their abdomen touched. Martin could feel the heat radiating from the man. His heart was beating as fast as it would jump out of his chest, and his breath became short, broken by passion.
"Shit…" Martin moaned softly.
It was too tight. His hands were trembling. Pinned to the wall, he couldn't fondle Steve, though he wanted it with all of himself. But Paxton had no similar problems. His hand was firm and quick, making Martin feel the climax approaching.
"No ..." he begged with the last of his strength. "Not without you."
Steve, however, was cruel. For him, all that mattered was sex. He didn't care if Martin was begging for a little closeness and that wonderful union when two people came simultaneously.
"Not this time," he said, and ignoring Martin's request, or maybe because he said it, Steve sped up, causing an explosion of physical pleasure in his lover's body.
"Ah…" Martin groaned, releasing the semen.
Steve relaxed the pressure and moved back so Martin could see his face. The satisfaction in it made Martin blush. Paxton smiled and raised his hand up to his lover's eyes. Martin could see a white, thick, sticky liquid on it - his own sperm.
"You're sexy," Steve licked the semen from his hand with such a seductive look on his face that Martin felt another wave of excitement. "And tasty. Now go down."
For several heartbeats, Martin stared into Steve's hot eyes, trying to understand what they were asking of him. When he understood, he swallowed hard again and passed down his knees passively. Before his eyes was the thick, fleshy member of a man he loved with every cell of his body.
'Twice I had it there,' he thought, blushing with shame. There were practically a few more times, but Martin counted the first night only once. 'I knew it was huge, but ...'
He gently touched the head of his penis with the very tip of his tongue. The inside of his mouth immediately exploded with heat, awakening a sucking reflex. He slowly wrapped his lips around it and sucked it.
"You're good," he heard praise over himself.
Martin never sucked anyone, and his own experiences in someone else's mouth were limited to what Steve did with him, but the smell and taste of this man made him feel real pleasure. He didn't know what to do or how to do it, but there was only one desire in his mind - to suck him out, to suck him out completely.
"Hmmm…" he purred, suddenly becoming aggressive. He sped up, wanting to consume it as quickly, as deeply as possible.
"Damn," Steve muttered above him, and began to move his hips.
Suddenly Martin choked. Steve's dick was huge, and he grew even bigger in his mouth. He ran out of air. Paxton grabbed his hair and pulled out of him, letting him catch his breath. The wet penis hanging over Martin's face and swinging right in front of his eyes was too much of a temptation, however, and Martin immediately grabbed him again. He knew how wonderful it was to be sucked by someone, but he had no idea that the opposite would give him just as much pleasure.
"You're greedy," Steve laughed strangely.
Martin didn't mind that laugh. He knew they were both getting physical pleasure, and he was glad of it. It wasn't Steve's one-night adventure. Paxton came to him for the third time. It made him special and made him feel happy.
Steve started moving his hips again. The tongue and palate teased by his penis screamed in pleasure, but Martin could only purr in satisfaction. Paxton sped up, the suddenness of his movements only heightening the pleasure Martin felt.
Then Martin felt something strange on his tongue. He blinked his eyes, recognizing it was a drop of semen. He wasn't sure what to do if Steve wanted to come inside him, whether to take him in the mouth (what an obscene thought!) or back off after all.
The decision was made without him. Strong hands immobilized his head while the throbbing member released his sperm. The thick liquid filled him all over. He had to swallow it not to choke, but there was too much of it. He groaned as he tried to free himself, but Steve only eased himself when he was finished. A stream of semen flowed from the corner of Martin's mouth. Martin gasped for air.
Suddenly, Steve's face appeared before his eyes. Still holding his head in his hands, the driver knelt in front of him and plunged his lips into his lover's. White, sticky liquid rubbed between their lips.
"And how did I taste?" He asked.
"Salty," Martin's voice was weak.
"You're really good," Steve praised him. "It's hard to believe that you were a virgin until recently. Or maybe you weren't?"
"I was," he muttered, blushing.
"Did you also suck your first time?"
"Of course!"
"Hmm ..." Steve muttered happily, making Martin's heart explode despite his embarrassment.
Steve's arms wrapped around him, reaching down to his buttocks, delving into his pants and underwear. Martin knew what that meant and threw his arms around his neck.
"How willing you are," Steve caressed his buttocks and approached the entrance. One finger began massaging the eye and slowly plunged into the center. "And wet. But you have to wait a while because I just got here. My finger must be enough for now."
"Oh ..." he groaned, feeling Steve's finger dig into him.
He felt no more pain. His body was already recognizing the sensations and awaiting the announced pleasure. But there was more to it. Steve was softer, less pushy, more attuned to Martin's natural rhythm. He waited for Martin's body to give up on its own giving consent. The mechanic didn't dare admit it, but Steve felt as if his gestures were flashes of affection. Martin's arms tightened tighter around his lover's neck, allowing him to play with the soft interior. Once Martin's interior accepted Steve, the driver changed his tactics.
"Oh," Martin groaned again. Steve's finger became arrogant, downright impudent, reaching out to all the vulnerable points within its reach. Panting heavily, Martin gritted his teeth.
He wanted more.